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hi hello when is part 4 of flower shop gonna be done ? ( youre so good >:0 ) **hands you a thank u card**
Hello! I don’t even know how old this ask is, all I can say is I randomly got bitten by the writing bug! XD
Anyway, after years of what we will call a “Pause for Dramatic Effect” I present part 4!
Flower Shop
Supervillain heaved a sigh as they put the report down onto the desk. Henchman had been gathering information on Villain for the past few months and the rumors had been correct.
Betrayal rushed through Supervillain at the thought of their former Protégé running around with someone as disgusting as Hero of all people.
Supervillain had spent years of their life with Villain under their wing - teaching them, guiding them, molding them. And for what? For Villain to waste it on some civilian lifestyle? They were better than that. Supervillain had ensured it.
“Ungrateful little rodent.” Supervilain murmured under their breath before calling out for their first in command.
Henchman pushed the heavy door open and stood at attention before Supervillain's desk. Soon after Villain's mysterious disappearance, Supervillain had an incresse of time on their hands, so they had moved on to a new project: Henchmen.
“Sir.” Henchmen stood with their hands behind their back.
Supervillain lazily looked Henchman up and down. They had been making good progress in their lessons and was showing promising results. During their reconnaissance mission, they gathered a decent amount of information on Villain, but Supervillan’s expectations were near impossible on a good day.
After the news of their previous student, Supervillan was not having a “good day”.
Supervillain leaned back in their chair, fingers steepled in contemplation, their expression darkening.
“Henchman, we have a problem,” they said, their voice dripping with disdain. “My little prodigy has betrayed me, and I cannot simply sit idly by while they play house with a hero.” Supervillain spat the last word like it was vinegar in their mouth.
Henchman nodded, adjusting their posture slightly. “What are your orders, sir?”
“I need to remind Villain of their true potential. This civilian life they’ve chosen is a waste. They were meant to stand by my side! Instead, they’re hiding among flowers and playing pretend in the dirt.” They snarled.
“Perhaps we could lure them back?” Henchman suggested cautiously. “Remind them that they can still be powerful, of the potential they possess.”
Supervillain's lips twisted into a cynical smile, but it did not reach their eyes. They leaned forward, resting their elbows on the desk, fingers intertwined, and regarded Henchman with a cold gaze.
“No, Henchman. We will not simply remind them of their capabilities; we will demonstrate the futility of their current path. We will expose the fragility of their new life, their precious little bubble of normalcy. This isn’t about rekindling old loyalties; it’s about proving to Villain that they are nothing without me. They can play hero all they want, but when the chips are down, they’ll realize their true calling lies with me.”
“What did you have in mind?” Henchman asked, eager to please.
Supervillain hummed uncommittedly and leaned back in their chair once more. They contemplated the beginnings of a plan before replying.
“We will orchestrate an attack so catastrophic that they will have no choice but to abandon their flower-filled fantasies and return to us. It’s not about what they could be; it’s about shattering the illusion they’ve created. Only then will they understand their true power—and where it rightly belongs.”
Henchman’s eyes sparkled with interest. “That’s brilliant, sir. But what if Villain refuses to come back? Even after the chaos?”
“Then we’ll make it personal,” Supervillain replied casually, as if asking someone for the time. “If Villain won’t join me willingly, I’ll ensure they have no choice. We’ll take something or someone they care about.”
Henchman nodded, a hint of a smirk on their face before they turned on their heel and exited the large room.
“You thought you could run from me,” Supervillain said, turning around to look at the moonlit city skyline. “But you definitely can’t hide.”
Hi can you do villain Cuphead doodles if that’s okay??
Realized i had this sitting in my inbox for a looooong time
And also realized i had these doodles. So. Enjoy!
Featuring: kitties.
Thanks for the ask!
Not supposed to be here
Tw: Implied death
Screams of destruction and chaos can be heard coming from a crumbling building. Meanwhile the Villain, hovering above the city, watching their work proudly come into place.
Somehow, Villain saw a glimpse that caught their eyes on a building window, someone inside the building with a bright color outfit rushing room to room looking for something, wait could that be...
Hero, Hero came to save the day, from the building that is about to fall. No.. It can be. Why are they here? It's supposed to be Superhero who suppose to show up— but why does it have to be them?
Hero, looking for any civilian who needed help, decided to go on the roof building, hoping that they could find someone to save, instead they meet someone else. Someone who was responsible for this chaos.
Villain, with a hover board goes down to Hero's level. Hero then immediately turns defensive stance.
"Villain, if you're here for a fight then I don't have time for it"
"You shouldn't be here Hero. I expected someone else to show up and that someone is not you."
Hero is about to argue when they hear cries echoed somewhere down the (n)th floor. Hero immediately takes action but then Villain swoops in and blocks their way, Hero tries to go sideways but Villain persists and reciprocates their moves.
"Villain, what the heck? Get out of my way."
"Hero, enough of your heroic complex and back away now."
"Are you seriously asking me to stand by and do nothing?" Hero crossed their arms.
"I meant that this place is going down, no use of saving anyone in there"
"Someone could be trapped there between the floors, they need me..."
Hero backed a few steps to take action but then Villain clamps on their both shoulders, forcing them to face Villain.
I was bored so I played around with a incorrect quotes generator. Here are some jems. And here's the sight Generator.
Villain: Two brooooos! Hero: Chillin' in a hot tub! Villain: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Hero: Villain: Hero: tearing up Villain: Babe, c'mon… Hero: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Villain: Babe…
Villain: Fuck you. Hero: No u. Villain: I'm down. Hero: You're like 2, what the fuck- Villain: I AM NOT 2!
Hero: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Villain: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus. Hero: Stop.
Villain: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness— Hero: Hi. Villain: melts down in a flustered heap of softness
Villain: Is something burning? Hero, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Villain: Hero, the toaster is literally on fire.
Villain: Bro- Hero: No, no, hold up, rewind. Hero: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??
Villain: I want to kiss you. Hero, not paying attention: What? Villain: I said if you die, I wont miss you.
Hero: Holding up a pack of pencils These are kinda cute. Villain: Hero, that’s gay. Hero: We’ve been dating for 2 years—
Villain: How do I tell Hero that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?
Villain: Are we fighting or flirting? Hero: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Villain: Your point?
can you tell I love Hero x Villain
Short Prompt #91
"Hero...you're really scaring me," Villain whispered.
"Maybe you should have been scared all along."
Hey! So, I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could write something with a villain who has a little brother (or sibling, I don't really care about the gender of the sibling! 😁) Who doesn't know about Villains alter ego and realizing the sibling fawns over the hero? :)
“What the-” the hero exclaimed, not even able to finish their sentence before they felt themselves getting yanked off the street and thrown against the wall of the nearby alley. They blinked at the person, rolling their eyes as their assailant took off their mask to reveal the villain’s face.
“Hello there,” the villain grinned down at them. The hero took another step backwards, practically flattening themselves against the cool brick wall behind them. The villain just continued to crowd them more, however.
“What are you- how did you even-” the hero stuttered, at a complete loss for words. “I literally just stepped out of the building.”
“You are rather easy to find in a crowd, even without the costume,” the villain offered as an explanation. The hero just looked at them in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. They tried to push the villain away, but the villain’s arms remained firmly against the wall, caging them in.
“Well, I’m not even going to ask what that means,” the hero mumbled nervously, their adrenaline spiking. Their heart started to race as the villain began to pull something out of their pocket- a shirt? No, a rag. Why would they have a rag? Were they- Oh.
“No, no, no- wait!” the hero shouted, trying to push the villain's hands away. They knew enough about the villain to know that they were about to chloroform them. The hero weakly gripped the villain’s hands. “Wait, I was just-” they tried to get out, but the words got caught in their mouth as the rag was pressed against their face. Suddenly, they felt incredibly dizzy- as if the world was just flipped upside down. Panicked, they felt their limbs grow heavy as they careened towards the ground. The last thing they felt before succumbing to unconsciousness was the villain’s strong arms catching them, and lifting them into their arms.
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The hero opened their eyes, only to see darkness. Confused, they whipped their head around. Was it night already? It was just noon, that couldn’t be-
“I blindfolded you,” a voice said from in front of them. The hero’s heart raced as they started to realize the situation they had gotten themself into. They felt as if they were moving, and they were sitting on some sort of leather seat. Clearly, they were in the backseat of a car. The villain had grabbed them off the street, drugged them, and then must have shoved them into this car to cart them off to their death.
Their panic increasing, the hero tried to free themself from their bonds. Their wrists were tied together, as were their legs. They were blindfolded too, but for whatever reason they weren’t gagged. A mistake on the villain’s part, the hero thought wryly.
“Why are you doing this?” the hero asked, trying to hide their fear from their voice. “Why am I here?” they continued, wincing as their voice cracked. They were met with silence. The hero tried again.
“What are you going to do to me?” the hero questioned, swallowing hard.
No response. Instead, the hero was forced to sit in silence for the remainder of the car ride. They had no idea how much time had passed by the time the car to a stop. They grimaced as the villain’s car door slammed shut. Biting their lip, they listened as the villain presumably walked around the car to open their door. The hero felt themself get yanked out of the car, and they just barely managed to regain their footing before falling to the ground. They tried their best to get a good idea of their surroundings, but without the ability to see the effort was fruitless.
The villain lead them into some sort of wooden porch. They must be going to some sort of....house? The hero then heard the villain’s keys jangle, and the quiet swoosh of a door swinging open. They were practically tripping over their own feet as the villain shoved them along.
“You’re very clumsy today,” the villain remarked in amusement, proceeding to give them another shove. The hero wobbled a bit, before righting their balance and sending a glance at the villain.
“Well, you had me drugged to the gills, so..” the hero broke off, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. The villain’s eye twitched, and the hero flinched internally. They’re taking me to my death, obviously they’re going to be impatient...
“Want me to carry you?” the villain raised an eyebrow. The hero blinked at them, not even processing what they said. Once they realized what the villain said, they immediately grew flustered, willing their legs to snap out of it and fucking work-
“No. No, no. Nope. I am-uh- I’m good,” the hero answered, swallowing hard. They walked mechanically down the hallway, wincing as their knees started to ache. Whatever the villain gave them... it wasn't weak- that was for sure.
Eventually, they reached the end of the hallway. Instead of being met with a corner, however, there was a colorful door in the middle of the wall. The hero took in the crayon wax smeared on the bottom of the door before looking at the villain in confusion. The villain didn’t offer them any consolation, instead deigning to reach out and wrap their hand around the door handle to open the door.
Heart pounding, the hero gulped. What was going to be behind the door? A prison cell? A medieval torture chamber? Maybe it was just empty. They doubted that the villain would give them a nice death...
“Don’t try anything,” the villain muttered, before reaching down and untying their hands. The hero wrung their wrists, a million emotions rushing through them all at once.
“Okay, can you please just kill me already?” the hero snapped, unable to hold back their frustration any longer. “This is humiliating, honestly. I mean, you bring me into a literal child’s room just to kill me? That’s so-”
“Who’s that?” a small voice said.
The hero whipped around to face the voice, eyes widening as they realized that it was a child that had said that. They squinted at them. The child was wearing flannel pajamas, and had a very curious expression on their face. The hero turned to look back at the villain, perplexed.
“This-” the villain emphasized, walking over to stand behind the hero. The hero flinched as the villain put their hands on their shoulders. “-is the surprise.” they remarked dryly. “You remember?”
The hero watched as the child’s face slowly began to light up. They barely had enough time to react, before they saw the child barreling at them. Was this some sort of trick? Maybe this child is the villain’s apprentice or something. The hero took a step backwards, only to be pushed back forward by the villain. Grimacing, they reached out in front of them with a shaking hand-
A sudden weight on their left leg startled them. The hero looked down hesitantly, only to realize that the child was hugging them? They stared down at the child blankly, hardly able to process what was going on.
A sharp jab at their rib made the hero look over at the villain. The villain gestured from them to the child, and the hero confusedly reached out and patted the top of the child’s head. The child looked up at them, eyes watery and a bright smile on their face.
“You're Hero!” the child remarked happily. The hero nodded mutely, before kneeling down to look the kid in the eyes.
“Yes, I am,” they grimaced. “And you are...?” “Alex!” the kid exclaimed loudly. The hero smiled at them, before risking a quick side-glance at the villain. The villain was looking down at the pair of them, their lips just barely quirked up into a smile. When they noticed the hero was looking at them, however, the smile quickly vanished- and was replaced with their trademark annoyed expression.
The hero proceeded to engage Alex in conversation the best they could. They didn't know why the villain had brought them to this kid, but they could only assume that Alex was somehow related to the villain. Shrugging, the hero continued to talk and play with Alex.
Some time later, the villain kneeled down and whispered something to Alex. Alex nodded firmly, a determined look coming onto their face as they walked closer to the hero.
“Thank- Thank you,” Alex stuttered. The hero smiled despite themselves, patting the kid on the head.
“Of course,” they replied. “Any time,” the hero remarked, taking note of the way the villain’s eyebrow rose at their statement. They looked past the kid and into the villain’s eyes.
The villain stared back at them for a second, an unreadable expression on their face. They shook their head before leading Alex out of the room. The hero waited for the pair to leave, before eventually collapsing onto the ground with an exhausted sigh.
A couple minutes later, the villain walked back into the room. The hero tried to push themselves off the floor, but they barely got onto their feet before their knees buckled. The villain rushed to their side, a strong hand on their waist as they lead them to the sofa in the corner of the room.
“What are you playing at?” the hero whispered. “Is this all some elaborate plan that will result in my death?” They hated to admit it, but they were still worried that this kidnapping would result in bodily harm of some sort. “No,” the villain shook their head in exasperation, grabbing a blanket and throwing it at their chest. The hero reached a shaky hand out and grabbed it, spreading it out over themselves. They sunk down into the couch with a sigh. The villain turned on their heel and went to walk out the door, but the hero was still burning with curiosity.
“Why?” the hero asked again. The villain put their hand on the doorway and turned back around to face them, a conflicted expression on their face.
“Alex is a good kid,” the villain mumbled, so quietly that the hero could barely hear them. “They look up to you a lot,” The hero blinked at them sleepily, eyes threatening to close. They tried desperately to fight off their fatigue, but it seemed to be finally catching up to them. The villain chuckled, and the hero sent them a death glare. Judging by the smile threatening to break out on their face, the hero guessed they didn't look very intimidating.
“Now, get some sleep,” the villain said not unkindly, shutting the door quietly behind them. A few seconds later, the lights shut off, and the hero slipped off into sleep.
Prompt 313
"Green light... RED LIGHT!" The villain swore as the ducklings continued to march without concern for the shouted command. "Guys, to cross the street we'll need coordination. Lets try again: Green light..."